Rain poured down on the city of Lotto Valentino. The water came down in sheets and drenched the port city of 50,000. Thunder echoed above loud enough to make you feel as if the earth was shaking. Lightning flashed and sometimes made contact with the ocean in bright crackling forks.
The usually bustling market place was empty. People had the good sense to stay dry in their homes and curl up next to their warm hearths. The exception was a young couple in their late teens running hand-in-hand through the downpour.
"Where did all this rain come from? And don't you dare say the clouds!" A beautiful young woman with long blonde hair yelled over the storm.
"It rolled in from the sea. But it is quite unexpected, the sky was cloudless this morning," her companion, a pale, raven-haired young man about her age replied barely audibly from the pattering of the rain on the street. He led the way through the cobblestone streets practically dragging her along.
"I never remembered your house being this far away Huey!" The girl shouted. As if in reply, the boy Huey stopped in front of a two-story building that looked uninhabited, and after fiddling with the key in the lock for a moment, pushed the door open and went inside. He pulled the girl in after him and slammed the door shut as if warding off enemies instead of simply gaining shelter form the rain.
The two of them stood there a moment catching their breath after the running and dripping all over the floor. Huey noticed the small puddles they were making and said,
"I'll be back in a minute Monica, I just need to grab some things," he said turning to enter a room on the right and leaving a trail of wet footprints.
He appeared again in a change of clothes, although his hair was still soaked. He also brought two towels and offered them to Monica. She gladly accepted them attempting to dry herself, but the cloths did nothing to dry her soaked dress.
"A fire might help," Huey said noticing her still damp clothes. It was not like Huey had a dress on hand that she could change into. She sat in front of the fire place as Huey lit a fire with a strange gizmo she didn't feel inclined to ask about at the moment.
Soon enough a roaring fire was built, and Monica was grateful for the much needed warmth that seeped into her skin. Huey then rose and fetched a blanket that was lying on a nearby chair and wrapped it around her shoulders. Monica pulled it closer, all too aware of her dress that had become slightly less opaque and clung to her body in places that it should not, especially in the company of a young man, never mind she was courting him.
She shivered despite the new found warmth and was sure she would get a nasty cold in the next few days.
"Are you still cold?" Huey asked and Monica was happy to hear the concern laced in his voice. Huey rarely showed that he cared.
"A little. I'll probably catch cold," Monica replied inching closer to the fire. Huey sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist. Monica blushed and instinctively leaned into him; he was warm. They sat together in silence, watching the entrancing fire as it moved in an ancient dance.
"Are you warmer now?" Huey asked breaking the silence Monica thought might stretch on forever.
"You're warm," Monica said. She then snapped her mouth shut embarrassed that such words had escaped her mouth. She didn't move form his warmth however. Huey didn't respond and Monica hoped that the blush on his cheeks wasn't from the fire.
A/N: I wanted this to be longer but I didn't now where to go from here. Oh well. I wrote this because there is seriously NO fanfic for Monica, let alone Huey and Monica and I set out to appease that. If anyone wants to prove me wrong send me a link and I will be eternally grateful. Because I love this pairing they are so adorable. Hope you enjoyed, even if you're wondering who Monica is.